*Author note: Please read on. This prologue is a very important part to the main story. Thank you for reading and supporting me and my kids! Enjoy as it will be a series and hopefully very long!*
103 B.C“Mama! Mama! Please! No!” The small eight-year-old screamed in old Latin as two large men tossed her into a cage drawn by horses. They threw her like she was only garbage. She got on her knees and pressed herself against the bars gripping them till her hands were turning pale white. Tears poured from her confused and terrified green eyes as she stared at her apathetic mother. The horses began to walk, making the cage jerk hard, causing her to fall back when she got back up; her mother had a faint smile curled up in the corner of her mouth. Despite knowing it would probably be useless to beg for her release, she continued. Her mother and the seven other people seemed as if she didn't exist. They traveled deep into a thick forest where the horses could barely get to. The confused child looked around to see a stone door in the middle of a mountain wall. When the cage door opened, it was grinding on itself rust falling to the ground. Two of the men piled into the cage with her binding her wrists and ankles tightly with a cloth. They followed that by tying a cloth around her mouth tightly, and she could only muffle screams.For a while, they walked. One of the big men carried her over his shoulder. They walked for what felt like forever; all of the child's body hurt. Her wrists, her ankles, her mouth, and cheeks, her head pounded in her ears, and she felt like vomiting. Her stomach and chest hurt from being bent over the man's shoulder for so long. Finally, he threw her off him and let her hit the rock ground hard with a thud causing her to begin sobbing.“Mama.” She cried out intelligibly, but the only reaction she received from her mother was indifference. She did, however, see a glimpse of sadness on the face of one of the men. He was older, with a long scruffy red beard freckled with white, just like his long thick hair that was pulled back tightly with a red piece of fabric. The little girl peered deeply into his eyes, and something inside of him twisted, and he wanted so badly to stop them, but he could never go against the girl's mother. No one could. The Gods had blessed her with eternal life and powers that far surpassed anything or anyone on this earth except for one person. Her daughter.He was self-preserving when he helped them open the seal of the door to the netherworld. He couldn't toss the child into the darkness himself, so he stood by as two of the other men did. He heard her wail as she hit the stone ground and watched her terrified eyes sear into his as the door closed. The girl's mother turned and looked at him, and he shook the feelings away. They locked hands together, and their bodies glowed a red hue. “Are you sure this is what you want, Paha?” The red-headed man asked the mother before beginning the spell.“Yes, I am. I have no doubts about the choice I have just made. I cannot have that thing roaming this earth.”“Alright. Let us begin.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head; the others followed suit. “Claude ostium usque ad infernum demergeris omne quod mundum occupet quod omnia neccesse est manere in aeternum.” They repeated those words three times and the stone door ground with the mountain as dust fell and the permanent sealing echoed down the caverns. Metal in the form of snakes intertwined with each other from both sides and added the final seal. “It is done.”Paha smiled to herself and walked away with her loyal subjects following her, all of them except for the red-headed man. He looked one last time at the door and took a deep guilt-ridden breath exhaling dramatically before turning his back on the door and leaving the caverns. Upon exiting the caverns, he spelled the cavern entrance so no one could go in without him. “I will be leaving now.”“If you walk away from me now, you will be killed.” Paha threatened he shrugged.“And my spells will all be undone, and you will have to face the child you betrayed and doomed to hell.” He said with nothing more and turned to walk away.BOOK ONE: RISE OF THE LYCANSKohl took a slow, deep breath and closed his big hazel eyes wishing to not see the slaughter that lay in front of him. “This was not the faeries this time, you guys.” Peter murmured in a state of shock as his eyes dimmed from sadness, scanning the area around him. “Gee, what gave you that idea?” Kohl's eyes snapped open and he whipped his head to face the now annoyed Peter. “Don't be an ass, Kohl. I know it's hard for you, but maybe give a little effort.” Nora defended, glaring her teary eyes at him. The small town, more like a village, in the jungles of the a****n, was a town filled with dead, mutilated bodies. The destruction wasn't secluded to adults but to children and from Kohl's line of sight infants as well. Limbs were separated from their bodies and the ground sank in from a flood of blood. Small creatures took no time at all to begin moving in and feasting on the decaying flesh. The young, beautiful Jen with the long golden blonde hair and int
When the King realized no one would punish her, he had her taken from the pillory and tied to a massive pole in the center of town and stripped of her ragged clothes and was whipped fifteen times. Her screams seemed to cover the silence of the town and the surrounding farms. No one spoke and no one moved. They merely watched. Peter had then arrived moments after her last lash, hired by the King for some freelance work, he was known well across the lands for his bravery and his toughness. But when he saw the beautiful, crying woman in the middle of town, he could not let that stand. He removed himself from his horse and walked to her punisher and snatched the whip from his hands, turned it around and whipped him so many times so quickly he couldn’t react. “Leave now, or I will take this and steal the life from your worthless body!” His menacing dark eyes bore into the man and he took off running. Peter walked toward Lavinia and knelt on the ground in front of her a
The morning following that night was grey, and the smell of rain was in the atmosphere, and the wind began to scream outside, shaking the small building, but Peter got up and dressed and disappeared before Lavinia awoke. When she had, she was disappointed and heartbroken to see she woke alone. She lay down on her back, feeling ridiculous for believing he was different, but when he walked back into the tiny room with food, she felt ridiculous again for thinking for a moment that he might be. She sat up, pulling a blanket up across her chest and smiled at him. “Looks like we will be stuck here again for another night.” He sat down beside her. “How did you become…a…vampire?” The question caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure immediately how to answer. “And how did you learn to control yourself?” “I was turned by…another very old vampire. As for controlling myself, I have a good friend, Kohl, who had taken the time to help me.” Peter couldn’t tell he
Nora looked around the hazy vision of the village. From where she stood, people ran in terror, screaming, trying to escape the mass of lycans. Tears slid silently down her face as she watched them slaughter the village of men, women, and children. She couldn’t move in her dream, and this made the intensity of the pain they all felt all the stronger. She felt her heart pounding hard, and her stomach was rolling sharp pains up her abdomen into her chest as if directly attacking her heart. She jumped violently as she looked around, her eyes laying on the lycan that ripped open the pregnant woman’s stomach and bit down on her neck. She wanted to move, she tried to escape her dream, but the dream wouldn’t release her. It had something to tell her. At this moment, she cursed the ancestors for this power. “Kill them all!” A huge man roared. He had long, thick curly blonde hair pulled back in a bun with a beard just as long and thick to match his muscular body and towering height.
“Lycans wiped out his entire family. Literally the entire family. Peter is the only one left of his genetic line. His family is thought to be the first line of vampires, so they were, and he is known to be extraordinarily powerful. Jen’s name was originally Lavinia. She’s the first and only vampire he has ever turned. All other vampires that exist are descendants of his family, but they are not related by blood. He isn’t really the only vampire, though, and is not the oldest. There is another who is like nearly four thousand years old.” Kyle answered, getting a look of surprise from Kohl. “What?” “How do you know all about that?” Kohl was surprised, and that wasn’t easy to do. “It’s in the history books…” Kyle replied, not knowing Kohl didn’t know, “I read…A lot, I like to read.” “You know a lot about him,” Nora stated, and he flashed her a slight smile, which she couldn’t help but return. “I do. I’m very interested in history, and he is a ve
Some history:Hades created what was figured to be the first vampires in hopes they would be monstrous and cause havoc on all his brother, Zeus, held dear, but some did not follow this intended path. Hades had met Martin Sinclair, one of six siblings of a noble family in 1310 while trying to enlist creatures to dismantle the people all the Gods seemed to love so much. As the guardian of the underworld, he had access to some of the worst creatures there were. Some of the most treacherous witches and warlocks known to history. In return for the promise of freedom, he requested six of them to create what would raping and murdering women whenever he so chose. He had even killed his own father and raped his mother before killing her. He was one of six, most of which were nearly as hazardous as he, but Peter and his baby sister Marylyn were the opposite. The two of them were the pictures of goodness, innocence, and true nobility, and Martin hated them for that. “Martin Sinclair. I
An unknown amount of time passed by when Martin shot up from the dirt in a panic, but it was only for a moment when he established where he was. The pond. In front of him, one of the witches sat on his knees still. A pang of hunger shot through his stomach, and his entire body felt as if it were going to burst in flames at any moment. The agony bore on. Nicholai shot up next with the female witch in front of him on her knees and still. He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, feeling the same pain as his brother. Moments later, Boris and Ranaye felt the same. They all looked to Martin with anger and then the witch that knelt before Martin put a small cut into the side of his neck, and a tiny amount of blood seeped out. Martin’s eyes went solid black, inch-long fangs shot from his upper jaw where the canines should sit, and he lunged at the man’s throat, sinking his teeth deeply into him. Martin’s heart pounded at unbeatable strength and speed as the blood filled his
“I just saw the news, you guys. It’s pretty bad.” Nora said, walking into the lounge. “Fifteen mass murders around the world, mostly here, by many different names. But people claim they’re monsters, werewolves, beasts from hell, hell hounds and the list goes on. A total of 400 have been killed in the past week by them. This is out of hand.” “I agree. I think we need to contact Elizabeth now.” Jen stated, “we need her.” “She is a bitch,” Peter argued. “Yes, she is, but she is a powerful bitch who would love to jump on the hunting lycan bandwagon. Remember, she helped you a lot in the defeat against the lycans the first time.” Jen said. “Well, if we’re going to pull together an army, then we need to call Gabriel too.” Peter declared. “This should be interesting,” Kohl muttered. “Why? Why would it be interesting?” Nora asked. “Both of them are strong personalities, bossy. And to a point rude, not Kohl rud